It’s Spring, for Serious

Winter in Belgium is a sad affair indeed. The influenza cloud descends upon the entire country and faithfully waits outside for anyone requiring human contact or a bite to eat. The sun forgets all about this country. Belgium? Where’s that again? Well, I think he’s remembering, because I’ve seen him more and more around these parts.

If you’ve been desperately awaiting spring like I have, and a vitamin D overdose seems like a natural antidote for an overdose of seasonal depression, you’ll be happy to see the following signs of spring pop up here and there.

You know it’s spring when:

There’s flowers. No, not the plastic orchids on your window sill. The wild kind, on cherry trees and stuff.

Your gloves spend more time in the bag than on your hands.

Human flesh blinds you more often with its yet unseemly presence. Too premature, almost indecent in its faith in a sun tan.

First tank tops make an appearance (yes, even when you still got your Uggs on)

About The Site

Having memories means having an identity. It means knowing where you come from and, maybe therefore, a better idea of where you want to go. These are the memories of (and for) my family. May they be your guide, wherever you choose to go.